Luyện nghe bài hát Arbiters of the Apocalypse

Pestilence, of sickness
Exordium of our
Consuming the old and the young
Precious innocents stillborn in the

The of the plagues befallen man
woeful curse brought forth by our own hands

Broken are the seals, commence the end
Open the of destruction

abound on marches war
Hear the galloping hooves of the
divine, the four shall align
Apocalyptic

A black shadow cast the land
Feast your eyes on the of starvation
Famine all
Fulfilling prophecy of deprivation

The of the apocalypse come to claim what they are owed
Now death reigns triumphant, no god will have on our souls